Leonard Dabydeen

And then she was gone - Part III

I stood there under the tamarind treelistening to the rain and the hooting of owlsand realized she waslooking at mewith folded arms while she leaned on the tombstone.

I wanted to go to herbut somehow my feet were wetand wedged in the veined rootsof the tamarind tree.But I did not take my eyesaway from herthinking how coldshe was in the rain.

Then I heard the owlhooting louder than beforebeckoning me to rescue her.She did not movea blade of her trestlesas I approached herwith my black overallready to make her warmas the moonlightchased the shadowsin the graveyard.

I reached the crossshe was leaning onbut she was no longer thereonly her laughter filled the airleaving me to wonder who was she.